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Apple Reviews, Forbidden
Forbidden Prototypical New England. The apple, a staple in the diet of any cold blooded northerner. Dipping temperatures ushered in with spectrum shifting leaves– it is the season of the great apple harvest, Autumn. Diverse is the opportune word when discussing these magical morsels. Green, yellow, red, rose, tie-dyed, round, oblong, dented, bruised or poisonous,…
On Nail Biting, Chew Through to the Other Side
Mesmerized by bloody nail beds; I quit eight months ago. The index finger is looking healthy, better leave that one alone- except for the the edge that I missed, guess I’ll even it out. “Relentless”, “obsessive”, “addicted”, “masochist” are just a few drops in a filling pot of terms associated with my habit–a constant infatuation…
Passing Glare, A Spoken Word Essay
“Sleep like a glove hand, covers our eyes.” Inspired by Kate Tempest Tabitha sits on a metal bench beneath an oak tree, somewhere uptown, between one and one hundred. The winter’s breeze seeps beneath cinnamon curls, unraveling momentary microcosms of a life limp from a world boiling. Winter is warm, she thinks, is winter still…
AD(H)D, My Blessing your Curse
The day arrived like every other weekday. A subtle thud came from my Dad after he finished his own daily morning routine. How he felt that this was enough after so many failed attempts always amazed me. The second warning came with more conviction–three stiff smashes came like a switch, but only for a few…
Callus Handed Bastard
The four hours and twenty seven minutes it took to get out to the North Cascades from Seattle was pleasant compared to the lumpy, divot scattered “drive way” that led to the one roomed cozy cabin. I was surprised at how well kept the house was as compared to the rest of the property. A…
Maker; A Dedication
I woke up with the sun already at my back. What will guide me today? Trying to find a star in morning light can be frustrating– It is simpler searching in a clouded sky. Grays hit eyes without reflecting. Hope comes from imagining that behind the billows are an Entire plane of spatters, Intended to…
Letter to Donors
Dear Donors, With a strengthened writing hand, in the latter portion of my first semester, I write you this letter. Your generous donation has provided a tremendous feeling of relief and ease—allowing me to focus on writing and producing work. St. Mary’s has provided an enlightening space that promotes education, community, free thought, and spirit.…
On Teaching
Are The Arts becoming lost? Is the age- old means of expression being ushered out by the emergence of technology? Filling in bubbles with the click of a mouse appears to be replacing creative articulation as this new generation attempts to make an impact on the ever-evolving world. The ability to write and think critically…
Transcendentalism Of Sorts
I will be researching transcendentalism and searching for the premier places to absorb and produce the writing that it inspires. A key aspect of transcendental theory is to come up with one’s own understanding on “Things” i.e. society, nature, God. For my specific research I have been travelling to different state and national parks around…
Autumn Jubilee
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact, Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Playing amongst geometry– We reach out hands Anticipating A catch. They drift like strips Of paper scraps: colored neon. Wanting for thought Pressed on their pulp. Craving for touch– But they are caught in the canopy. With lucidity–…
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